It was around six in the evening and three people were in her room preparing her for the evening. One of them was a specialist on how to prepare a wife beater's wife. Those were common in the Sin City. But the one Damon could afford was the best at her art. The team had asked her where it hurts her the most.

A funny situation because those were the only ones who had asked her such questions in the last few days. And, it still wasn't for her to get proper treatment. Nancy knew better than to see them as her sympathizers. They were here only for money and were more interested in making her look and function great despite her limitations.

The woman wrapped Nancy's arm like a medical professional all the while instructing her. "Ask your husband to be careful with your arm. Or you can get permanent damages to this one."

Nancy didn't respond to any of her suggestions and questions. They had sprayed painkiller sprays wherever they could and started plastering makeup on her bruises. And, those were everywhere.

The makeup was too heavy for Nancy's taste. And, she knew anybody would be able to see through why she had such high makeup on.

Her lipstick was a dark shade of red. Her eyes too were given darker shades. And, the layers of makeup on her face to contour the inflammation on her face was insane. Her hands were given the gloves. Big stones were laced on each of her fingers. The dress they chose for her was a long black dress that was backless. They wanted more people to look at her back and not at her gloomy face. She was given high heels while her ankles were padded with heavy makeup too. It was to hide the marks of chains she had born two days ago.

A hat on her head was placed to tell people to keep their distance from her. She was laced with jewellery, expensive clothes, and makeup. No one could detect a single bruise on her body when that team finished. Her hat was too big it was difficult for someone to look at her face if they weren't close. Lastly, they offered her a fur coat for her wounded arm. So, she could save her arm from any movement.

She was ready for the show. The artist asked her to stand and walked to the middle of the room. Nancy followed their direction. The team announced they were finished with their work. Nancy waited for Damon to walk in but it was one of the guards who walked in.

"My lady, our Lord has arranged the car for you." Nancy sighed learning there was still time to watch Damon. The team started leaving constantly complimenting Nancy on how great she looked. But Nancy didn't thank them. She remained as cold as she was all the time during the makeup.

Nancy stared at her reflection for five long minutes. To her, she didn't look less than a clown. It wasn't her. She was nothing what she was made to look here.

"My lady," Someone knocked on her door again and she was quick to reply. "I am coming."

Nancy remained slow and took her time walking out. None of the staff asked her to hurry. She didn't know why he was taking her out. But seeing how he had maintained her status in front of his employees she was positive he won't hurt or humiliate her in front of any company. And, it did give her some hope about this night. She hoped he would stay true to his words and not hurt her.

A car was already waiting for her. Nancy had some difficulty to get into the car. Her whole body was sore. She knew it wasn't in her to socialize if this was what the plans made for her. For a moment Nancy looked at the interior of the car. Either it was brought today or kept in such a good condition. It was for sure customized with a lot of space and a bar overhead in the front.

Nancy noticed how the car was getting into downtown. Nancy wasn't used to this area. First, it had all the luxurious hotels, restaurants, casinos, and other offices of the city. Second, she never applied for any job here because the place always had customers Nancy and her brother should avoid. They didn't only remain in the part of the city where the poor lived. She also worked at the places only the poor and middle class could afford.

The car was pulled onto one of the red signals for two minutes but the driver later on pulled the car in front of a coffee shop. Before Nancy could ask the driver explained. "My lady, I have some important business. Bear with me for five minutes."

"What? What if we get late? Damon..." But not listening to her the driver was already out. Nancy clasped her sweaty hands. She was already puzzled thinking what tricks of Damon were awaiting her. Nancy was tired to the point she could drift to sleep if she closed her eyes for a moment. And, it seems the effect of painkiller sprays was wearing off too.

Her eyes were well off but she was quick to dry it off with her fingers that had gloves on. She knew with this big hat not many would get to look into her eyes. She couldn't help looking at her fingers. Those big stones were shining bright. She held one of the stones and wondered how many innocents were killed, cheated on, and threatened to get this kind of wealth. She could already feel the blood on her hands. But then gulped realizing she was no different than those people who were tortured. She was not Damon's lover. She was his slave. Also given Damon's hate, she might joined those who he had killed.

A loud honk made her jump. Nancy looked to her left and noticed a bus pulling right beside her car. A passenger got off the bus. It was a local bus and the conductor was telling the passenger to get done with his business soon. The bus was off to Washington. Not just out of Greenfall but Alaska.

Nancy's eyes were stuck on the bus for a whole minute before she sighed and leaned on the car seat. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It is of no use now. It is just a bus. He can catch me if I am on a plane." But then she wonders how come he hadn't caught her brother and Aria. Were they being helped out by someone Damon knows and trust? Because there was no way his cartel couldn't figure this out until now. Nancy hated how she knew so much about him without knowing him. She knew their powers. She knew their ways. She knew the horrors.

The bus honked again and Nancy couldn't help but literally speak to herself. "You can't do this Nancy. It is no way for you. You are Mrs Anderson for your whole life now. You can run from your enemy. But you can never run from your husband. Not when your husband is Anderson. A leader of the family. It will be an ultimate death warrant."

The driver came back after fifteen more minutes. The bus still hadn't left and Nancy dared not to look at it again. She knew the ideas this bus was giving her were wrong. It was better for her story to die at her husband's hands than being the one who ran away from her husband. She had vowed her life to him at a wedding altar. In front of premiers from other families. It was a pity that she had offered him all she had. And, it was nothing for him. It was nothing he wanted.

The car was running on the road and somehow Nancy could tell they were about to reach their destination. She had always wanted someone to remain in her own faction. And, here she was. Married into another faction. And, it makes her staying in her marriage not less than compulsory.

Fuck! She yelled in her brain. The realization that she had lost a lot in the bargain to save herself from a potential gang bang was dawning on her.

The car got into the driveway of the most luxurious club. It came with a hotel too and, housed the biggest casino of the Greenfall too. It had all the amenities of the world and the sign on the building had the Anderson family' logo.

There was a man already waiting to escort Mrs. Anderson. Nancy walked into the hall that didn't look less than a ballroom. It had a high ceiling and a live orchestra was playing. Still, it looked more like a business party where most of the people remained uptight. Everyone seemed busy in their matters and Nancy started walking in. Not knowing where she was to go from here she got slower in her steps. Her eyes slowly rose and she looked around to find out why she was there. The man who was escorting her had already left her at the entrance. It only took five or more minutes before people started noticing her.

Any eye that noticed her came to a still. Men and women alike were staring at her. Her huge hat, big stones on her gloved fingers, and makeup became the loudest thing in the room. Her height did make her stand in the room too. She was a fine piece but seeing how she was loaded with expensive jewellery in the Sin City was a silent gesture she was with a strong man. Yet, her standing without a man did have everyone's stare.

The room got a little silent from before and it did get Damon's attention too who was talking to one of the ministers of Alaska. Damon too looked at where most of the people were staring. His smile shrank a little before he closed his eyes. He seemed to be holding himself back before he smiled again raising his drink. "Darling," Nancy turned around and gulped finding Damon walking to her. She tried to smile and opened her hands that she had previously held to welcome Damon's advances when he came to side-hug her.

Damon was quick to leave a kiss at the corner of her mouth before gritting in her ear. "Fuck you! You had one job. One!" Nancy wonders why he is mad again. Wasn't he the one who got her here? Was it about her dress or make-up? But wasn't he the one who arranged that team? Had she done something wrong? She didn't know what she had done to deserve this. But could tell she was to pay dearly for ruining whatever she had messed up with.

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